Sonnet To GuatemalaThe stone facade of sun and thought The stage on which you playActors stole the grief you brought And whored it to the dayThe broken worlds give time for songWe dance in borrowed shoesWe feel the heat of being goneAnd shame to hold our viewsSwallows fly and you are awedFlowers drink the airYou decide what fate is calledAnd whether it is fairAnd in the end we adore the nightThe ivory dog, his exotic bite. Adam Sanders